Poucha Dass Meditation

I close my eyes locked in a millisecond the moment before the bow touches the strings where silence has a tremor and wraps me in darkness until I hear its particles vibrating against me the bow wrenches from the depth of the bass a groan from the earth as if waking a millennia of slumber the first note long, rich and haunting now coming to life now ready to speak legs crossed and hands limp pay attention to the sources of discomfort tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest fatigue in the limbs heaviness in the core let this weight sink pull down through me melt through me let it drag and seep through my bones until it submerges into the ground below transform to roots connect me grow deep into the soil until the energy is revitalized until I am reminded we grow from this intricate system no different from the forest and gardens spreading, connecting, entwining the earth is booming the bass its voice chanting, singing, commanding a mantra in a language I don't understand but with a pulse I can feel and it is telling me I have all I need visualize one by one sources of emotional exhaustion with each dredge up the full power of all feelings feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear allow body and mind to swim one last time before I breathe in and blow them away my body is lighter, sitting straighter a tall blade of grass swaying as one looking across the field up to the cliff's edge and over the sunlit ocean taste sweet scent of wind stretch to feel soft earth open eyes to unending sky focus on what it means to be alive.